For anybody who doesn’t know already, I am a fan of the Sims2 games. I could go through a big spiel as to how “grown up” the game is, but I won’t. I simply never outgrew playing with dollhouses I guess.
I’m more of a builder than a player. Occasionally though, I have the urge to play. I enjoy doing parodies of songs, plays, etc…, and that transfers pretty well into the Sim world.
I am a member of a forum of like-minded (for the most part) folks. We bounce ideas off one another a good bit, help each other out tremendously with gameplay tricks and tips and generally cut up and have fun. Most of us have created Sims in our likeness and we all take great joy in putting our Sims together, leaving them to their own devices and seeing what transpires. Sometimes the results are hilarious.
Anyway, I came up with an idea to have The Sporum Theatre, where self-Sims are actors in some tale. I chose to start with Gilligan’s Island. The characters are: LK as Gilligan, Twain as the Skipper, Rhodaloo as Mrs. Howell, Rhodaloo’s husband Galen as Mr. Howell, Ketchup as Ginger, Cabelle’s husband Deron as The Professor, and either Wedgetail or Teqoter as Mary Ann. Gilligan’s Island wouldn’t be complete without a headhunter, so filling that role is TreyNutz, the forum alien.
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailing man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The minnow would be lost, the minnow would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle………
Through a magic that can only be that of Hollywood, our castaways find themselves stranded on a beach where someone had apparently been before, providing them with shelter and *gasp* even a stove!
The skipper decides to call a meeting where important stuff shall be discussed.
Meanwhile, the The Skipper, The Professor and Mr. Howell start a not-so-friendly card game…
Hey….what’s that hiding in the bushes???
Our weary castaways headed to bed. Mrs. Howell had anything but sleep on her mind.
The next morning, it seems like EVERYONE wants Gilligan….
The skipper sure is slow! It’s gotten dark already. Oh finally you’re here. Listen, there’s a GREEN GUY dressed like a *gulp* Head Hunter…right…over…there!!
Uh, Gilligan, Little Buddy, I don’t see anything over there but the boat.
I was putting the moves on Ginger and actually getting somewhere and you call me over here to tell me some crazy story about a GREEN HEAD HUNTER? This was no emergency!
But Mrs. Howell, surely the green head hunters mean us no harm. We should embrace them, invite them here with us and learn from them. (To be a Professor, this dude ain’t too smart is he? Do the words HEAD & HUNTER not ring any bells with him?)
Oh, why doesn’t anybody believe me? NOBODY BELIEVES ME!
Now, what could all those negative thoughts mean? Tune in next time…..